Tell Me A Story

Last semester I took a basic Poetry class. I mean real basic, as in what does tone mean? And what is slant rhyme? Though it was basic, I actually enjoyed myself in that class and my professor was amazing. The final for the class was to create our own poetry anthology and so I did, focusing mine around the idea of nostalgia. I used Tell Me A Story by Robert Penn Warren to open the anthology and here it is for you to read.

Tell Me a Story

Robert Penn Warren

[ A ]

Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood

By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard

The great geese hoot northward.

I could not see them, there being no moon

And the stars sparse.  I heard them.

I did not know what was happening in my heart.

It was the season before the elderberry blooms,

Therefore they were going north.

The sound was passing northward.

[ B ]

Tell me a story.

In this century, and moment, of mania,

Tell me a story.

Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.

The name of the story will be Time,

But you must not pronounce its name.

 Tell me a story of deep delight.

This poem just puts me in a good place.

Shannon